Mid Winter Solstice

On the Darkest Womb Night of the Year
I give thanks for the gift of the creative space
and depth of darkness where I was created in the womb of my mother.
I light my Clare’s Candle made especially for me
Just a quick spark and the match has had its way
The candle becomes the fuel for the flame.
And I sit in the glow of light welcomed by the darkness.
This is the night of my conception
The rose scent of the candle permeates my being
I smile as I have watched the candle create a handle
inviting me into the realm of carrying the light with me
This little light of mine
I’m going to let it shine.
In gratitude to
My Mother Ruth and Father Bill
Thank-you for making me
I love you.